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The Boys Of St. Beaumont
Is There A Doctor In The House?
Brother Andrews stood in the back of the St. Beaumont chapel patrolling the backs of the boys with his eagle eye for signs of disrespect or misbehavior of any kind while Father Henshaw gave his daily early morning sermonette. It was the good Father's favorite subject, charity, and he proudly announced a few upcoming community events in the nearby small town of Hobbinsville inviting "volunteers" to help with such things as "visiting the elderly in the Hobbinsville Nursing Care Facility" or taking food baskets to the "disabled and poor."
One unwise boy Liam Tennyson leaned over to his fourteen-year-old same aged best friend, Teddy Wassmuller and whispered, "What poor? Hobbinsville is loaded with old rich people, misers and perverts," and they both giggled.
Brother Andrews shook his head and wrote their names down and then continued to scan the boys and spied an older boy, Blake Carpenter, doing exactly what he was cautioned at the beginning of chapel not to do. Granted, Father Henshaw's monotonous speech tempted many heads to nod, but Brother Andrews had specifically cautioned Carpenter at the beginning of service to not nod off to sleep during services, a bad habit of his.
Additionally, on his prior night's especially late patrol of the dormitories, he had not found Carpenter in his bed while his roommate did sleep soundly. In fact, he never did find Carpenter anywhere else but when he checked on him later, he was finally in bed. Having not found the boy in the lavatory, there were not many other conclusions other than Carpenter was most likely with another boy.
Now he was nodding off once again, but before Brother could move around and down the pews to awaken him, a great loud snort emitted from Carpenter's mouth and nose and he jolted awake to great laughter. Father Henshaw stopped his discourse as the laughter quickly subsided and gave Carpenter the evil eye as Brother Andrews whisked over and tapping him on the shoulder, wagged his finger for Carpenter to follow him to the back of the chapel.
Blake cringed as he followed knowing that Brother Andrew did not brook botched cautions and nervously stood next to the Brother who then paused, put a hand softly on Blake's shoulder and then leaned over to whisper in Blake's ear,
"Mr. Carpenter. I know Father's sermonettes are not very stimulating. He used to bore the devil out of me as well, did you not sleep well last night? Are you ill?"
Brother Andrew's empathetic concern triggered a telltale blush of guilt, "Na … no Brother," Blake stammered. Brother Andrews nodded,
"Let's talk it over later then, in my office after showers in your P.E. class. You'll be a bit late to your next class," Brother Andrews quietly instructed and patted Blake on the back and directed him back to his pew. Blake shuffled back, head down and already knew what he was facing.
It was then that Father Henshaw's sermonette ended and the room grew silent as Father announced the sudden departure of the school's physician, old Dr. Quinby and introduced his replacement, Dr. John Riley. Everyone was used to (and tired of) the elderly overweight physician with his odd ways and grumpy attitude. Nobody liked visiting Quinby as he was no longer very friendly nor apparently very competent.
Eyes were widened and jaws slackened including Brother Andrews as John Riley stood and Father Henshaw continued the introduction,
"Dr. Riley is one of our own, a graduate of St. Beaumont and has come to us directly from his hospital training program. Please welcome him," Henshaw asked with a proud smile. Suddenly there was this burst of applause and even a little cheering.
Brother Andrews thought to himself, "At last, Quinby is gone and I can get my physical," and then blushed to himself for the doctor was not only young, but trim and quite handsome.
At the conclusion of chapel, Brother Andrews confronted Liam and Teddy who then left the chapel quite sheepishly. They too would be seeking out Brother Andrews after P.E. class showers. Brother Andrews waited his turn after dismissing the boys to greet Dr. Riley personally.
"Ah, Brother Andrews, meet Dr. Riley. Brother Andrews like yourself is a St. Beaumont boy," Father Henshaw advised the doctor.
John Riley shook Brother's hand a bit vigorously, "I'll bet we'll have some good war stories to tell each other about the old days, Brother," as he flashed his pearly whites meeting the Brother's bright smile with one of his own.
"Call me Greg, Doctor Riley. Let me be the first to make an appointment for my yearly physical and please drop by my office any time … are you busy now?" Brother Andrews urged rather impulsively.
"Why no. In fact I was going to ask you about the training room I hear you have in the gym. I'd like to fix it up, you know, for treating sports injuries and such."
"Excellent!" Greg grinned.
"Good, good, Brother, Dr. Riley, I must be off for my day's work. Welcome again Dr. Riley."
"Thank you Father Henshaw," Dr. Riley said not taking his eye off of Brother Andrews who then led the way to the gymnasium and they chatted on the way. Naturally, the first thing Brother Andrews showed Dr. Riley was the old venerated punishment room.
Dr. Riley stared at the punishment horse as he stood by Greg Andrew's side,
"Father Maxwell," Dr. Riley mused recalling Brother Andrew's much older predecessor. Brother Andrews nodded, "Yes, those where the days. So, I take you spent some time over this beauty?"
"Time? Brother, for a while I thought I owned it!" John chuckled feeling a slight stirring down below.
"Me as well doctor, me as well," Brother Andrews replied putting a firm hand on the new doctor's shoulder.
John Riley also clapped a hand softly onto Greg's shoulder, "Call me John, well, except when the boys or other staff are around."
Greg smiled, "Of course, thank you John. Yes, Brother Maxwell was quite the disciplinarian."
"And I hear you are as well Greg. Do the boys seem to respond to corporal punishment like we used to?" and then the good doctor pinked up in the face at his unintended verbal faux pas.
Greg coughed, "Actually … yes they do, " said with a smiling role of the eyes and tongue inside the cheek.
Speaking of tongues, the unexpected convivial atmosphere loosened Dr. Riley's a bit just then,
"A confession Greg. I miss the old days. I even miss Brother Maxwell. There was a certainty here in this room, a tradition that you just don't find in the real world any more."
Greg looked at the young physician, gave his shoulder a nice squeeze before removing his hand and crossing his arms remarked as he rocked back and forth a bit,
"I know how you feel John, I do," feeling a delightful surge of kinship.
"So Greg, you need a physical? I must post times that staff can register for theirs, the boys all have mandatory exams or so I am told," John said breaking the moment up.
Greg nodded, "Yes, they do John, I'll help if you like, with the boys that is unless you prefer one of the sisters."
Dr. Riley had not thought that far ahead, but quickly surmised that he would not have been very keen on having one of the severe looking nuns that he had already seen waddling about the campus assisting him,
"That would be very nice of you Greg, thank you."
"Good, good. So, I've three boys coming in for punishment in an hour or so. Feel free to observe if you like," Greg offered.
"Hmm, actually yes, I shall do that, see you soon then," Dr. Riley nodded and left the room to attend to further settling into his new employment.
The hour passed quickly and another P.E. class started, one that had both Blake Carpenter as well as the two fourteen year old miscreants from chapel. Dr. Riley showed up in the middle of the class wearing a smart pair of slacks, white dress shirt and tie with rolled up sleeves and carefully watched the boys at their brisk gymnasium activities reliving in his mind his own similar experiences inside the same gymnasium.
He breathed in deeply of the scantly humid air, briskly tainted with young sweaty efforts, listened to their echoed shouts of play, their rubber soled runners squeaking over the hardwood floors. He observed their muscles flexing, straining and saw the shine of perspired efforts on bare skin or sweat soaked kit clinging tightly to chest, back and yes, buttocks.
Finally at the end, the mixed age class filed past himself as Brother Andrews came to his side, "Come doctor, it's time to observe the boys showering and then there are a few disciplinary tasks to attend to."
Dr. Riley silently nodded and followed the Brother into the locker room as the boys boisterously undressed and paraded around into and out of the hot steamy showers. Dr. Riley, one hand thoughtfully aside his mouth and nose, used his keen physician's trained eye to scan up and down each nude boy, older and younger from head to toe, guessing height and weight and degree of development noting a curve here, a dimple there, clefts and angles both shallow and deep.
Towards the end Teddy, Liam and Blake all still naked, approached Brother and Dr. Riley. They had no towels as the monitor had collected all towels at the drying room entrance to prevent horseplay at the lockers and all three of them looked quite subdued.
"You wanted to see us after showers Brother?" Liam quickly asked, both younger boys moving their hands to cover up their naked genitals only because of the extra pair of observant adult eyes.
"Indeed yes. You both were caught talking in chapel, about what is entirely irrelevant. Please proceed directly to the punishment room at once, we will be there shortly," Brother Andrews directed.
"Yes Brother," they quietly answered and proceeded to walk away, three pairs of eyes observant as they rounded the corner.
"You wished to see me after showers Brother?" Blake Carpenter asked next, his eyes now anxiously glancing rapidly between Brother Andrews and the new doctor.
"Indeed yes, Blake. We have a few things to discuss, do we not? But first, please greet our new staff physician, Dr. Riley. You saw him in chapel up on the dais," Brother Andrews smiled brightly.
"Um, yes! … Welcome to St. Beaumont's Dr. Riley," Blake said and extended his hand, grateful for the brief distraction as his sure fate was approaching rapidly.
"Thank you Blake," Dr. Riley said with a warm smile, shaking Blake's hand, noting both the older boy's strength and slight tremor of grip, his eyes thoughtfully scanning up and down the boy's naked front side.
"The rest of you get dressed and to your next classes unless you wish to queue in front of my office?" Brother Andrews then loudly announced to the rest of the room simply to reduce the number of boys who inevitably might still attempt to listen on the other side of the punishment room door.
"Come gentlemen, to my office then," Brother Andrews directed and behind the closed door, Brother Andrews addressed Blake as Dr. Riley listened.
"Now Mr. Carpenter, please explain to Dr. Riley why I asked you to stay after?"
Blake gulped a bit but looked directly at Dr. Riley, "Brother Andrews caught me napping in chapel. In fact, he had reminded me before chapel to not nod off, a failing of mine I'm afraid," Blake said with a mild blush of face, Dr. Riley suppressing more than just a little smile of familiarity.
"Well, we all have failings Mr. Carpenter. What counts is confession and coming clean … " and Brother Andrews did pause and briefly glanced knowingly at Dr. Riley, "… all the way Mr. Carpenter, " Brother Andrews tilted his head expectantly at the older boy and then softly squeezed Blake's bare shoulder, " … might there be anything else you need to tell me about last night Mr. Carpenter?" perking Dr. Riley's attention even more.
Blake wondered if it was just a suspicion or did the Brother actually know by some means what they had secretly done? But even in his pause, Blake could not suppress his mind's lusts vividly picturing nearly all of their activities and even now the thing was lost as the "truth" started to rise up to full attention for all to see,
"Ye … yes Brother Andrews. About last night, I was … with another boy," Blake blushed a deep crimson as Dr. Riley's eyes widened at the sight of the boy's fully erected state.
"I see. I will not ask you to tell us who you were with Mr. Carpenter, but you will tell us what you did with him, specifics please," Brother asked with a soft but firm tone, rocking to and fro a bit, his arms now folded in front of himself.
The room was getting exceedingly warm and his heart pounding, Blake Carpenter gulped and clenched his fists,
"We were having sex … he was … that is, we were sucking each other's … cocks … side by side on the bed," Blake paused, looked briefly at both men and then biting his lips moved on, "then we … we got closer on top of each other and he put his mouth … " and Blake paused and looked to Brother for relief of his confession as his cock was now waving madly about and a bit moist at the tip.
Dr. Riley's mouth chewed on his bottom lip as Brother Andrews urged the boy forward, "Go on Mr. Carpenter, tell us all," the Brother said gently and then the damn burst,
"We sucked and licked on each other's buttholes Brother. I put my tongue inside his and he did the same. It … it made us … made me want to … to fu … fuck him and I did … he … did the same to me," and Blake stopped and finally took a next breath as a hot mixture of humiliated lust as well as great relief swept over his body, but he dare not look down.
Dr. Riley did look down at the pearly white droplet formed at the tip of Blake's penis causing the doctor's tongue-tip to but briefly lick his lips.
"Well done Mr. Carpenter, you must feel much better," Brother warmly said and firmly squeezed the boy's shoulder.
Blake sighed with furrowed brow, "Oh yes, I guess I do Brother, should I go next door now Brother?"
"Yes, yes, go along now, we will be over in a minute or so," and the men's eyes lingered on Blake's egress.
Blake left the office and quickly slipped into the punishment room next door barely glancing at the pleased expressions of a few boys who, sensing the drama to unfold, lingered in the hallway. Liam and Teddy already inside had been conjecturing over what their punishments would be as they fearfully gawked at the large leather "cylinder of pain" when Blake walked abruptly in. Their eyes got very big at seeing the older boy's erect member, much less its critical looking condition and gawked until Blake barked,
"What are you two looking at? Something here you want?" Blake said with a typical St. Beaumont's older boy's glare and finally they looked up at him, hands covering their front sides,
"No, NO! Sorry!" Liam replied as Teddy shook his head quite vigorously side to side in agreement.
"Well, boys will be boys, right doctor?" Brother Andrews chuckled.
"Did you really know what he had done last night?" Dr. Riley asked with great curiosity.
"Heavens no. He didn't really have to tell me, but I have always found that boys simply want to confess things now-a-days."
"Not in my day. Brother Maxwell never knew the half of what we did and nobody ever seemed to confess anything like that," Dr. Riley chuckled.
"Nor in my day, well maybe a little," Brother smiled.
"Once though, I did get caught right in the middle of it," Dr. Riley smirked, "Brother Maxwell was none too pleased."
"He caught me and the other boy on a band trip once," Brother Andrews mused, "well, it's time to get next door," Brother said brightly and Dr. Riley followed the Brother out into the hallway.
"Pierpont, is that you lurking around the corner?" Brother Andrews suddenly shouted.
"How did he know I was here?" the older boy thought frustratedly and then stepped out into the hallway, "Yes Brother."
"Good, get dressed into your kit and start the class. If I find any of you out of place when I get there, you Pierpont can count on a good hard whipping afterwards," Brother said calmly with a wink to Dr. Riley.
"Yes Brother!" the older boy squeaked and sped off as the two men entered the punishment room gaining the three boys' attentions.
Brother Andrews fetched a rather largish hairbrush from his collection of implements (all formerly belonging to Brother Maxwell) and pointing at Liam as he sat in a chair,
"Over my knee now Mr. Tennyson. I am going to paddle the both of you young lads for your lack of respect during chapel this morning," and the boy quickly shuffled over, his pert round bottom cheeks feeling the last soothing squeezes from their owner's hands as he lay across the Brother's lap so very glad that it wasn't the horse.
Very soon however, lap or horse didn't much matter as Brother Andrew's brisk brushing set Liam quickly to tears as it traveled in equal measure up and down, side to side and not denying the boy's sit spots their fair share. His compatriot watched horrified while Blake Carpenter winced and held his own bare bottom even as his heels rose up and down and his cock wagged happily away, the pearly white droplet having enlarged somewhat had already fallen to the floor.
Dr. Riley's eyes could not make up their minds. They were either staring at the boy's rapidly reddening buttocks wiggling and writhing under the brush's apt onslaught as it had been literal years since he witnessed any boy's punishment or taking in Mr. Carpenter's ample displays of both empathy and erotic fascination.
"Good! Done! Up you come now," Brother Andrews helped Liam to standing, "Now get to the lockers and to you next class. I shall confirm with your teacher the reason for your tardiness."
"Yes Brother, thank you for my lesson Brother," Liam sniffed and rubbed his bottom and then fled the room as Brother pointed to the other younger lad, "Front and center please, Mr. Wassmuller," and the boy approached and flopped over the Brother's knees.
The process was repeated. The brush flew like a machine over the high twinned mounds leaving no white skin in its patterned path nor any dry skin on the boy's tear-stained face as well as filling Blake's and Dr. Riley's ears with advancing howls of protest, quite a lot more than his predecessor. He too fled the scene with a purpose after thanking the Brother and not much caring who saw him holding his trashed bottom on the way to his locker.
As Teddy left the room, Brother Andrews stood and faced Carpenter and Dr. Riley,
"All this activity, it is getting rather warm in here and about to get much warmer, grab a towel Mr. Carpenter and take it to the horse I think you know what to do with it," Brother ordered.
Blake shuffled over, flipped a white towel from the folded stack in the corner and then placed it lengthwise across the top of the horse to spare the old leather beneath him the inevitable droplets of perspiration. He then swung his leg over its length as Brother stood at the small table, hand aside his mouth,
"Let's see Dr. Riley. In our day Brother Maxwell would surely have used this for Mr. Carpenter's punishment," picking up the senior cane and waved it carefully about. Blake's forehead furrowed as he watched and chewed upon both lips as Dr. Riley sauntered over and picked up the thick two-tailed tawse,
"I'm afraid this old friend is far too familiar," and held it up respectfully in the palms of both hands.
"Well said doctor, well said. How about six of each," and he turned to face Blake, "Six of the cane for nodding off in chapel against a caution and six cuts of the tawse for being a bad boy last night. It should be a dozen Mr. Carpenter, but I am relieving you of a full six because of your brave confession."
"Thank you Brother," Blake said quite sincerely actually as Brother Andrews strode to his position on Blake's left, "Dr. Riley, do us the honor of positioning on the other side to spot our boy here, position Carpenter, chest down." Blake complied as his heart began a furious thumping in fearful anticipation.
"My pleasure Brother," Dr. Riley replied and quickly stood aside Blake's right flank. Brother Andrews then took a long look at his targets and then his brow furrowed,
"Oh dear, we've a problem here, come look doctor. Young Carpenter's testicles are rather large. A strike of either cane or tawse might accidentally make contact with them if they start to swing to and fro."
Dr. Riley left his post to take a look. It was a nice long look at the boy's large balls, the right one hanging slightly higher than the left, the longish scrotum leading up to the pink perineum and last but not least the boy's anus, a somewhat dark colored ovoid rosebud of perfection, anatomically speaking of course.
"You know, you are quite right to be concerned," Dr. Riley said but did not take his eye off of the rectum's entry point which slightly winked or trembled just then.
"But what am I thinking? We've a fine physician here this day, what do you say that Dr. Riley shall give you a good old fashioned examination to check you for soundness before your punishment Carpenter?"
Both Dr. Riley's eyes and Blake's widened, "Of course Brother, whatever you say," Blake said with a sigh and relaxed a bit, quite aware that his naked hind end was on full display, taut erection included.
"A full examination? I would have to get some equipment Brother," Dr. Riley said finally standing upright.
"Oh heavens no doctor. I was thinking more of a quick manual survey of … you know … the important areas that we will be dealing with," Brother smiled.
"Of course, what was I thinking?" Dr. Riley smiled and re-securing his rolled up shirtsleeves stepped closely into Blake's side and using one hand only at first firmly palpated,
"The gluteals, robust and sound, no breaks in the skin," Dr. Riley talked out loud as he smoothed his palm up and down both buttocks, twice and then moved to the center, "and now the central gluteal cleft."
Blake's attention was certainly well at hand as he now felt the doctor's finger pressure his anus, linger there actually as closing his eyes and hugging the horse tightly, a small smile of remembrance spread over the boy's face recalling how gentle his partner had been in that area the night before.
"Anal ring, intact, delicate skin responsive to touch and though we shall not check today, sphincter seems to be normal and firmly closed," the doctor announced even as Blake uttered a small but notable (and quite involuntary) moan that both men heard.
"Now, the testicles, you may feel a bit of pressure Mr. Carpenter," the doctor warned. Blake did not answer but as the doctor rolled his balls around with firm touch his cock started to madly twitch. The boy of the prior night had done the same during their love-making.
Brother Andrews' breathing had picked up as did his heartbeat into certain lower areas as he watched Dr. Riley's professional service upon the student's buttocks, anus and genitals and wondered that he should quite soon be under a similar if not more thorough examination by this same doctor's expert care during his physical.
Meanwhile, Blake had to bite his lower lip rather hard as the doctor did firmly grasp his randy shaft,
"Penis fully erect from a bit of anxiety and anticipation, quite normal really! Shaft turgid and blood filled. You are quite sound Carpenter, but during your upcoming physical, I shall do a full digital rectal examination including the prostate gland," The doctor said and finally letting go of the rabid rod and just in time too as Blake barely heard the doctor's final pronouncement trying to prevent an accident.
"Tha … thank you doctor Riley," Blake said with a nervous sort of slight giggle.
"I may suggest that the boy's testicles be well retracted forward to prevent injury Brother," Dr. Riley suggested.
"Is not having a proper professional on hand a joy? Certainly doctor, please do what is best for our lad here," Brother smiled and swished his cane about preparing for the punishment strokes.
"Yes, Carpenter, I shall firmly grasp your testicles at the base of your penis, just relax," Dr. Riley said.
Blake Carpenter's face gathered up into another small smile, "Yes doctor, thank you doctor," and as Dr. Riley's soft-handed grasp took firm hold, the forward tension pulled the skin even a bit tighter through his shaft and Blake closed his eyes and his mouth did form a small appreciative "O"-shape.
"Ready Brother," Dr. Riley said in complete control as he was providing a professional service.
"Six Carpenter, keep very still now," Brother advised, tapped his targets and let the first cut away.
Blake Carpenter's "O" shaped mouth quickly disappeared into a wincing bite of both lips. The cut hurt like hell. Again and a third time the cane raised a thick angry looking but perfectly parallel wheal but by now his hips were jerking a bit and writhing in between cuts as well as Dr. Riley's grasp of the boy's genitals grew a bit tenuous for the quickly gathering slippery sweat causing the good doctor to grasp much tighter and fuller.
"Only three more, " Brother announced and upon the fourth cut Blake whimpered for the awful pain as his hips involuntarily bucked causing his shaft to start to slide through the doctor's grasp quickly converting part of the pain to pleasure making Blake quite aware of the need for control.
The last two cane cuts were real stingers and both expertly placed down upon the boy's sit-spots, Dr. Riley's grasp especially firm and then he let go. Blake was perspiring quite a lot but relaxed as his bottom was throbbing without the benefit of the doctor's alternative touch to relieve.
"Excellent Mr. Carpenter. Shall we pause before your whipping or carry on?" Brother asked as Dr. Riley's hand ran over the cane welts without ever having been asked and in doing so, felt a definite wiggle of the boy's hips.
"Carry on please Brother," Blake said again with a smile from the doctor's firm touch.
"Very well then, good stout lad that you are, six cuts of the tawse now," Brother said and replaced rattan with leather nodding to the doctor to continue his aid. Dr. Riley re-grasped Blake's genitals and firmly drew them forward for protection noting no loss of turgidity.
Brother Andrews then drew the two-tailed device high above his shoulder and in a well practiced smooth motion swung it with great heft across the very center Blake's caned buttocks, the heavy snap of leather upon bare skin reminding both men of either recent or long past experiences of their own. Blake's only notification was a terrible deep sting as the device angered more than one cane wheal and caused his throat to loudly yelp as well as his hips to spontaneously buck to and fro, sliding his moist rigid member through the good doctor's soft, pliant fist.
After a pause, the tawse struck again, then another pause and the third, each one raising the level of pain to excruciating. The response was now even more pronounced as Blake yelped loudly and his hips bucked up and back, up and back the good doctor determined to maintain his safety grip at the base of the now slippery rigid pole despite its determined penchant to slide through his expert's fist tunnel, to and fro, to and fro.
"Steady Mr. Carpenter, you are doing well, but you must keep your buttocks high and proud for me, three more," Brother said with quiet aplomb.
Blake was pouring sweat, his ass throbbing, his cock as well and his balls, safely in the hands of a medical professional they felt, how to put it, cared for, caressed even. Once again a vision of the night before lit up his brain's neuro-chemicals and they did their job all too well sending a warning to their testicular end-points that conclusion was near.
"Yesss … Brotherrr," Blake groaned heavily and elevated his hips and buttocks to new heights indeed, pushing his heels up, desperate to show the men in the room his willingness to learn his lesson with an older St. Beaumont boy's dignity and poise.
Dr. Riley adjusted his grip and position accordingly with one hand, his own physiologic response with the other hand. Brother Andrews smiled and nodded in great appreciation recalling in both mind and with his own male empathetic response how many times he had pleased Brother Maxwell years before straddling this very same horse and then wound up to start the last three cuts.
Blake uttered a loud, short scream as the tawse splatted at his sit spot and tears ran but unable to maintain his high position for a moment, his hips thrust down as well as forward and his penis plunged hard through the good doctor's fist and then a second less forceful thrust before he regained his position.
Brother Andrews' eyes met Dr. Riley's and then together (as if at an opera perhaps) they gazed a moment at the landscape before them, four widened wheals from the tawse back-dropping if you will the twelve livid cane stripes and then Brother drew the tawse back and struck, clean across the center of Blake's buttocks once again.
This time Blake could not suppress the start of a howling scream, but was cut short! His chest came off the cylinder just a tad, his head drew back and his mouth uttered nothing at first as his eyes bulged. Then it happened and he could not stop it or his body from a hard quake and shudder.
"Oh dear," he whimpered helplessly as then his hips wildly thrusted forward and back several hard strokes so fast that Dr. Riley was truly caught unawares and just maintained his hold on the boy's swollen genitals as rope after rope after rope of white semen shot and sprewed from the boy's expanded piss slit soaking the propitious white towel beneath all pain gone for a few short glorious moments.
Brother Andrews waited patiently and with great concern, not for himself of course but for Blake and for Dr. Riley,
"There, there Carpenter, no worries, natural response, right doctor?" Brother warmly smiled, the tawse momentarily halted limply at his side.
Dr. John Riley swallowed thickly through his throat. His dress shirt and T-shirt underneath were laboring for any semblance of dryness in the room's tense and humid atmosphere while his boxers also labored mightily to contain what seemed to be a danger of his own inevitability, so he concentrated on re-gripping Blake's genitals as they now seemed a bit smaller,
"Yes, no worries dear boy, it happens to the best of us … well, you know what I mean," Dr. Riley blushed.
Blake could breath now, "Yes, sorry Brother, doctor … um … please, my last two Brother?" Riley said as sweat dripped down onto his face from his brow mingling perfectly with the prior tear stains.
Brother Andrews grinned, "Bottom nice and high now Carpenter, show us that St. Beaumont's vigor of yours!" and Blake did even though his body was still trembling a little from nearly the most powerful rapture of his young life.
The last two tawse cuts were pure unadulterated misery as Blake was reminded that all good things must come to an end and sometimes be replaced by not so good things, limp things and very painful things that remind one to try not to err next time, perhaps?
"VERY well done Carpenter, you've acquitted yourself nicely," as he and Dr. Riley assisted him to standing, Blake's hands immediately reaching back for a quick survey of the damages before holding out his hand to Brother,
"Thank you Brother, I'll take this lesson to heart and thank you as well doctor for assisting me. Wouldn't want my progeny's future at risk, now would I?" he smiled firmly shaking one and then the other man's hand.
"You've had a time of it Blake. Go shower and move to your next class. I'll make sure your absence is covered," Brother smiled and the men watched Blake leave.
"I don't know about you doctor, but I need some air and to check on the next class," Brother Andrews looked at his staff colleague.
"Yes, yes, I must move along as well, but I shall catch up to you later. By the way, your emulation of Brother Maxwell's abilities is most impressive Greg."
"Why thank you John," and with that the doctor stepped out of the room and into the corridor, his first thought was to visit the gym lavatory to relieve some pressure.
As Dr. John Riley strode down the hallway he happened to pass the showers and paused just a moment as the room, quite steamed up, did but show him the dim view of the back of a tallish boy with a very crimson pair of buttocks, one hand gingerly soothing them away from the main shower stream that cascaded mainly over the boy's face and front side, the other in front, the wrist busily attending to something on the front side away from his direct view.
Dr. Riley smiled and moved forward, his difficult decision to turn down his hospital's chief physician's offer to join him in a very prolific and profitable practice partnership now seeming a bit less sacrificial. Well, wasn't there more to life than money? Dr. Riley quickly entered the toilet stall, secured the door behind him, unzipped his trousers and sliding them with his boxers to around his ankles suddenly realized where he now stood, rather had stood years before after one of his own many sessions with Brother Maxwell.
More poignantly, as Dr. Riley quickly undertook to take care of himself, supposedly entirely free of the constraints of the past, suddenly did not feel so free, if not trapped into the past, guilt pouring over him as if he had never left St. Beaumont. He quickly finished his business and left the lavatory as if authority were bearing down on him until he reached the hallway and calmed himself. Yes, that's it. He is a doctor, a professional, a staff member now, no concerns.
And yet, as he passed the now open punishment room door, the hallway silent save an echo of the clatter in the gymnasium proper ahead, he paused and looked at the old leathered horse and stared at it defiantly and then, not so defiantly he dashed away to the training room before anyone should notice.
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